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person who's given me trouble since I got here's been you."
    She had a point, but he ignored it. "Regardless. Tomorrow I'll take you to some people who'll be responsible for you until you're older. They'll find a place for you to live."
    "Are you talkin' 'bout an orphanage, Major?"
    It irritated him that she seemed amused. "Yes, I'm talking about an orphanage! You sure as hell—heck—aren't going to stay here. You need some place to live until you're old enough to look after yourself."
    "Doesn't seem to me I've had too much trouble up till now. Besides, I'm not exactly a child. I don't think orphanages take in eighteen-year-olds."
    "Eighteen?"
    "You havin' trouble hearing?"
    Once again she'd managed to shock him. He stared down the length of the table at her—ragged boy's clothing, a grimy face and neck, short black hair that was stiff with dirt. In his experience, eighteen-year-olds were nearly women. They wore dresses and took baths. But then, nothing about her bore the slightest resemblance to a normal eighteen-year-old.
    "Sorry to spoil all your nice plans for an orphanage, Major."
    She had the nerve to smirk, and he was suddenly glad he'd spanked her. "Now, you listen to me, Kit—or is your name phony, too?"
    "No. It's my real name, all right. Leastways it's what most everybody calls me."
    Her amusement faded, and he felt a prickling at the base of his spine, the same sensation he'd felt before a battle. Odd.
    He watched her jaw set. "Except my last name's not Finney," she said. "It's Weston. Katharine Louise Weston."
    It was her last surprise. Before Cain could react, she was on her feet, and he was looking down into the barrel of an army revolver.
    "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
    Without taking her eyes from him, she came around the edge of the table. The gun pointing at his heart was stead)' in her small hand, and everything fell into place.
    "Doesn't seem to me you're so particular about cussin' when you're the one doin' it," she said.
    He took a step toward her and was immediately sorry. A bullet whizzed by his head, just missing his temple.
    Kit had never fired a gun indoors, and her ears rang. She realized her knees were shaking, and she tightened her grip on the revolver. "Don't move unless I tell you, Yankee," she spat out with more bravado than she felt. "Next time it'll be your ear."
    "Maybe you'd better tell me what this is all about."
    "It's self-evident."
    "Humor me."
    She hated the faint air of mockery in his voice. "It's about Risen Glory, you black-hearted son of a bitch! It's mine! You've got no right to it."
    "That's not what the law says."
    "I don't care about the law. I don't care about wills or courts or any of that. What's right is right. Risen Glory is mine, and no Yankee's takin' it from me."
    "If your father'd wanted you to have it, he'd have left it to you instead of Rosemary."
    "That woman made him blind and deaf as well as a fool."
    "Did she?"
    She hated the cool, assessing look in his eyes, and she wanted to hurt him as she'd been hurt. "I suppose I should be grateful to her," she sneered. "Hadn't of been for Rosemary's easy ways with men, the Yankees would've burned the house as well as the fields. Your mother was well known for sharin' her favors with anybody who asked."
    Cain's face was expressionless. "She was a slut."
    "That's God's truth, Yankee. And I'm not goin' to let her get the best of me, even from the grave."
    "So now you're going to kill me."
    He sounded almost bored, and her palms began to sweat. "Without you standin' in my way, Risen Glory will be mine, just what should of happened in the first place."
    "I see your point." He nodded slowly. "All right, I'm ready. How do you want to go about it?"
    "What?"
    "Killing me. How are you going to do it? Do you want me to turn around so you won't have to look me in the face when you pull the trigger?"
    Outrage overcame her distress. "What kind of fool jackass thing is that to say? You think I could ever respect myself again if!